The Tuxedo Goodbye: A Father’s Last Dance Before the Monitor Went Silent

has access to my grief.

I also want to hug her, because she looks like she’s carrying something heavy too.

I do neither.

I just nod once, because I don’t know what the rules are anymore.

Inside, Chloe’s casket is closed.

We decided that together—me, my wife, Michael.

Not because we’re ashamed.

Because Chloe doesn’t belong to anyone’s eyes anymore.

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